During one of my abductions I overheard a deep black military plan to deceive humanity once again that made me absolutely furious. As anyone who knows me well can tell you, if I get mad once a year it's a lot - but this latest Looserferian plot really riled me up. When I get really riled up I tend to swing into action, sometimes without thinking things all the way through. I could've just telepathied our Commander with what the military spooks were up to but I decided I was going to deliver the intel to our Commander in person.

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I'd never met the guy but had heard everyone loved him as he was always so appreciative of what his crew did for him and the mission.

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I don't know how I managed to "borrow" the alien Grey ship, I don't remember.

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In front of me was a viewing screen that was visible from the interior of the ship but not the exterior. I was standing at a pewter colored, curved instrument panel into which was inset small multi-colored circular lights with alien symbols beneath them. One operated the ship by passing one's fingertips over the small circular lights in certain sequences. I have no idea how I knew this. By all rights I should have crashed that ship about ten feet off the ground. Yet somehow I knew how to fly it expertly.

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I never looked down to see what I was wearing. I only know it was one piece with boots and very tight and lightweight. I was too focused on getting to the command ship as fast as possible.

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As I approached the command ship I had a new worry. I was in an adversary's ship. I hoped the command ship scanned my DNA to realize I wasn't an adversary and disintegrate me into dust. A fleet of smaller ships came pouring out of the flight deck of the command ship. I held my breath. They didn't disintegrate me, instead they escorted me the rest of the way to the command ship.

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On the flight deck I quickly climbed out of my ship as a young guy climbed out of his ship and approached me. He looked like a California surfer of maybe 20 years old, with long blonde hair. I didn't have time to screw around if I wanted to get back alive. I rudely elbowed him aside, saying "Outta my way, KID!"

He silently fell in step behind me.

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The Commander must have known I was coming to see him as we met halfway. I delivered the intel I'd come to give him. He stared at me for a couple of moments and shouted "ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED, WOMAN?!!"

What the hell? This was the Commander everyone reportedly loved because he was so appreciative of his crew? I'd just risked life and limb to deliver this intel to him!

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I spun around and began stomping my way back to the flight deck, shouting "YOU'RE WELCOME ASSHOLE!" over my shoulder.

"Escort her to make sure she gets back safely," the Commander instructed Surfer Kid, who fell in step behind me.
"I don't need your damn escort!" I yelled back at the Commander. "Get lost, Surfer Kid."

Surfer Kid began walking back toward the Commander.
"No, you ignore her. You escort her back," the Commander again instructed Surfer Kid.
Surfer Kid fell in behind me again,
"You tell that asshole Commander of yours that I got here on my own, I can get back on my own!" I said to Surfer Kid, loud enough for the Commander to hear.

And there was poor Surfer Kid bouncing back and forth between the two of us like a tennis ball at Wimbleton.

Ultimately, the Commander got his way and I was escorted back before the deep black military spooks tripped to what I'd done.

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The panel who reviewed my case and I were rather surprised by the sketch I'd made for them of this incident. I knew nothing of the existence of the GCOW or Collective yet, much less that their uniform was the royal blue compression suit. Yet I'd drawn myself wearing their royal blue compression suit.

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I'd described the ship 100% accurately, including how one passed their fingertips over the control panel lights in certain sequences to fly the ship. Below is the control panel from the 1947 crashed Roswell alien Grey ship.